"There is nothing wrong with your size," Sif observed, quite sincerely. "Where I come from, people know better than to do so. Even our smallest warriors hold their own, quiet easily." She smiled, thinking of her fellow shieldmaidens. Sif didn't miss battle, not like those bred to it, but she missed the adventure and the excitement. Sometimes. Only sometimes.
Sensing something akin to relief in Harmonia's laugh, Sif added, "Was something bothering you, before you walked over here?" It was odd, the sudden surge of protectiveness. Harmonia was of an age with her, like all the gods, but perhaps it was that she was kin to Hedylogos, and Sif wouldn't stand for his kin to be bothered.